Most days, it is all I can muster to say
My voice and opinion fades everyday
Guilt for each breath that I take
Hatred for every smile that I fake
This Earth is where I do not desire
My thoughts against me they conspire
Apologizing to all for every second my life is longer
The stares make me feel like a war monger
Their eyes arrange the scars to say "Do it"
But I am in a constant battle for intuit
Good news has to reach me, one day it may
I just wish to the moon that I didn't feel this way